Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (16 page)

“Wait.
 
What?”
 
She looked confused.
 
Hell, I was confused.

“You can’t expect everyone else to get nude while you remain clothed.
 
But I can’t hold up therapy for one person who doesn’t want to participate.
 
So you can feel free to let yourself out.
 
If you wish to resume therapy you can start with my next group.”

“But I want to stay,” she said.
 
“I want to, you know, move forward.”

Linda stared at the woman.
 
“We’re holding up the others.
 
What will it be Celia?”

Celia stared at the floor for a moment.
 
“I’m sorry for holding things up.”
 
She started to disrobe.

“Very well, now class, please, let’s proceed.”

After a deep cleansing breath, I stripped as quickly as possible.
 
Like ripping off a Band-Aid, I just wanted to get it over with.
 
Now completely nude, I was feeling rather awkward and aware, as apparently the rest of the class did.
 
David’s face was as red as mine, even though we’d been nude together a few short days ago.

“Now, the first part of our session is actually going to be the easiest.
 
I want everyone to take a seat on the king sized bed in the corner.
 
Sit in a circle facing each other.”
 
We did as she asked.
 
“Now we’re going to start with David.
 
Tell the class about you, what you do for a living, what food you like to eat, whatever it is about you that makes you who you are.”

We all felt relieved as we climbed onto the bed and sat in a circle.
 
People started to relax, even if they were still self-conscious about their naked bodies.
 
It took a good half hour to get through everyone, when it finally came to me.

“I’m Candy,” I heard a few snickers.
 
I never thought about my name being sexual.
 
With a shy smile, I continued.
 
“I work at an Advertising firm.
 
I’m a coffee addict, book worm and up until I started seeing Linda, I’d only had sex with one man, and he’s now my ex-husband.
 
Chicken Alfredo is my favorite food, though I don’t tend to eat it much as I try to watch my figure, being in advertising and all.
 
And I was so nervous when Linda told us to get naked, I nearly threw up.”

There were chuckles in the group.
 
A few people agreed that they felt the same way.
 

“Very good group,” Linda applauded, “I can see each of you beginning to relax as time went by.
 
Being naked in front of strangers is not normal behavior.
 
We’ve been taught from an early age to hide our bodies.
 
As children, it’s a matter of safety and nudity is not permitted for us as adults.
 
Public nudity is even against the law.
 
So it’s only natural for you to have the desire to cover yourselves.
 
You have nothing to hide your insecurities, no safety.
 
Tonight’s goal is to assist you in being comfortable with your body.”

She walked across the room and pulled a full length mirror on wheels to the center of the room.
 
She had us all get off the bed and walk toward the mirror.
 
The first exercise was to stand in the mirror and talk about our bodies, what we thought was assets and what we didn’t like.

The exercise was easy for me.
 
I had done it at home a million times.

“Now, one at a time, pair up with your partners.
 
You will tell the class what you like about your partner’s body, touching that part as you talk about it.
 
Hearing the compliments while you’re being touched in that location will help you build confidence.
 
There will be no touching genitals though.
 
Breasts are okay, but nothing between the legs.
 
Candy, begin.”

David and I smiled at each other.
 
We’d spent some time getting to know each other’s bodies.

I ran my fingers along his shoulders.
 
“David’s shoulders are incredibly sexy, as are his arms.”
 
My stomach jumped as I touched his butt, “Nice butt too.”

There were giggles.

“While you’re face is cherry red, Candy, you’re doing a good job.
 
Continue.”

I bent down and talked about his legs as I ran my hands down them.
 
Construction was clearly good exercise.
 
I complimented nearly every part of his body.

“So David, how does it feel to have someone compliment you so much?”
 
Linda asked.

David cleared his throat, “It felt really nice.”
 
We shot each other a knowing glance.

It was now David’s turn.
 
My skin blazed as he touched me.
 
My nipples were erect, further embarrassing me.
 
When he touched my breasts, my eyes closed.
 
Arousal oozed out of my pores.
 
I wanted to throw everyone out of the room and ravish him.
 
Though I enjoyed hearing the compliments and having his hands all over me, I was relieved when it was done.

David and I stood next to each other while the other couples did the exercise.
 
Their red faces rivaled our eyes.
 
Clearly, everyone was embarrassed even though we all fought it.

I figured the session was over as we’d approached an hour.
 
I was wrong.

Linda directed us to take our places on our beds.
 
David and I lay facing each other.
 
“Now, we’re going to practice something called mutual masturbation.”

My heart jumped into my throat.
 

“Since men are easier, we’re going to start there.
 
Men lie on your back’s propped up by pillows so that you can watch what’s taking place.
 
Ladies, there is lubrication on the bedside table.
 
This is where the instruction ends.
 
It’s the men’s job to tell the women what to do.
 
This will teach the men how to communicate, the women to receive information and to feel comfortable in the exercise of masturbation.
 
When you are finished, you will trade places and the women will instruct the men.”

Panic and shock painted each face in the room.
 
It was so awkward being told what to do by an instructor, and doing in the presence of a crowd.

David propped himself up with the pillows, looked at me with brow furrowed.
 
“I’m sorry.”

“David, do not apologize.
 
Candy is here to educate herself on sex, to be comfortable with sex and performing sexual acts.
 
She’s here for the same reason you are.
 
No apologies.”
 
Linda sounded angry.
 

“Ladies, you may straddle the gentlemen if it makes it easier on you, but you do run the risk of getting ejaculated on.
 
If you are uneasy about that, keep your face and body away from the end of the penis.”

When Linda walked away, I whispered to David.
 
“Are you okay?”

He nodded.
 
“I think my heart is going to fly out of my chest.”

Taking a deep breath to gather my nerves, I looked at him and smiled.
 
“Pretend it’s just us.
 
I need you to teach me how to give a hand job.
 
Would you teach me how to give a great hand job, please?”

He grinned.
 
“It would be my pleasure.”

“Okay, so what do I do?”
 
I looked to him for instruction.

“Um, put some stuff on your hand and then put it around my, uh, dick.
 
I’m nervous so it’s kind of just lying there right now.”
 
Putting my hand on his chest to lean over and grab the lubrication.
 
His heart was slamming in his chest.

As soon as my lubricated hand was around his penis, it sprang to life.
 

“You can squeeze it a lot harder,” he panted.
 

I increased the pressure and when I did, he bit his bottom lip.

“Focus your attention toward the top,” he said, breathing heavy.

I was being entertained watching him.
 
I felt empowered feeling like I had some sort of control over the outcome.
 
I watched his ball-sack tighten up and then he came all over in my hand.

Linda had managed to sneak up on us as I was stroking David.
 
“The smile on your face tells me that you learned the most of this exercise.
 
Well done, Candy.
 
I can see real progress.
 
Give David a moment to compose himself then you two can clean up and trade positions.”

When she walked away, David winked at me.

There was a towel on the table next to the bed that we used to clean up with.
 
I took my position and looked down at David.

“I think I got this,” he said.
 
He started rubbing my clitoris, which jumped at his touch.
 
I had already instructed him on pleasuring me.
 
So I gave him little tips until he had me heaving and gasping for breath and finally erupted into orgasm.

Class was finally excused for the evening.

“Candy and David, after you’re dressed, please come and see me in my office.”
 
Linda turned and left.

“Uh oh, called to the principal’s office!”
 
I giggled.

Once David and I were dressed, we went to Linda’s office.

“Sit,” she said.

We each took a seat on the couch, looking nervously at each other.

“Clearly, you two have had sex.”
 
Before we could object, she continued, “That’s allowed in group.
 
However, you need to limit yourselves to once per week and never the day before class.
 
You two need to not develop a relationship while in therapy.
 
After therapy, if you want to date, that’s up to you.
 
However, experimenting with each other will help you learn.
 
I’m proud of you both today.
 
You were the first to finish, showing that you listen and direct well.”

“So we’re not in any trouble?” David asked.

Linda chuckled, “No David, there’s no getting in trouble here, unless you are rude to others.
 
Now if you two don’t mind, it’s been a long work day for me and my wife is at home waiting.”

Wife?
 
I would never have guessed.

Linda handed us each a bag on our way out.
 
I was curious to see the contents, but didn’t want to do it in the street.

“Coffee?”

“How about a drink?
 
If I have coffee now, I’ll never get to sleep and I have a big day tomorrow.
 
But just one, I don’t need a hangover.”

“There’s a place around the corner.
 
Do you want to walk?”
 
David was fighting a smile.

We walked around the corner to a small piano bar.
 
It was a private club, meaning I could smoke.
 
David was a member.

“Didn’t peg you as a martini guy.
 
I figured more like beer and peanuts.
 
I’m very impressed.”
 
I elbowed him.